Survive JEFF THE KILLER and DADDY PIG THE KILLER

The tree houses were supposed to be happy places. Bright wooden steps wrapped around old oak trunks, lanterns glowing like fireflies, laughter drifting through the leaves. From above, the forest looked friendly—warm lights, creaking boards, secrets shared between friends who swore nothing bad could ever climb that high. But the trees listened. At night, the wind twisted the branches into long, reaching fingers. The lanterns swayed, smiling one moment and flickering the next. That’s when the giggling stopped, replaced by the soft tap… tap… tap of footsteps on wood that shouldn’t be moving. Can u survive jeff the killer?